didn’t seem important. Stan is one of the best pilots in the Royal Air Force, and what we need is fighters.”
“It’s all over now, and I accept your apology,” Stan said.
O’Malley scowled suddenly. “Do you gents think we’ll ever get to see any more action? I bet we won’t.”
He was answered by the intersquadron speaker. It began rasping:
“Red Flight, all out. Red Flight, all out. Bandits sighted over the Dover coast. Heavy fighter escort of Messerschmitt One-Tens.”
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